When this group of knights left the castle of the Duke of Gales, there were more people than Sir Raymond and Melson thought. The preparations are also more adequate. The nobles provide nearly unlimited supplies. They can choose war horses, weapons, armor, food, wine and other supplies at will.

In order to hurry, they did not spend too much time picking these things, but every knight in the team understood their task, so everyone prepared at least three more horses for rotation.

Most of the team is young knights, perhaps to prove their courage, but Raymond has seen the knights subconsciously put their hands close to their thighs or hide behind them to avoid exposing their tension. But this is normal, even for Raymond himself, and even Viscount Melson.

Because it only took a day to prepare everything, they did not have time to get acquainted with the members of the team, but everyone defaulted a few things, the first thing was to abandon almost all heavy weapons, mace, warhammer, battle axe For weapons such as mace, almost everyone carries only their sabers and shields, and occasionally some people carry an extra sword.

The second thing is that almost everyone wore their own plate armor when they set off. These armor are colorful and painted with their family crests, orange, red, yellow and blue. Everyone tried to show himself to everyone before leaving.

And when they set off, they rarely stop, and only temporarily camp when they need to sleep, but soon even they start to try to sleep immediately-mostly at night, led by several knights, Lead the horse on foot.

Since no one knew where the Duke of Blood Eagle had gone and what they had done, they had to fight for time. Another reason for forcing them to do this was that as they left the domain of the Duke of Gales and headed for Dragon Hunting, more and more villages were destroyed.

Even if it is sunny and the sun is shining, the team is bathed in light. Nor can it resolve those rancid smells — not the damp, sweaty smell of this group of knights, although this smell is already disgusting — but the smell of rotting corpses. Yes, although the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle seems to have used all the corpses, the pieces of meat falling on those corpses are still irresistibly rotten. This pointed out the direction for this team of knights, but it also made them completely unable to escape the scope of the rancid smell.

When they finally reached their destination, Sir Raymond stood up immediately and looked around. This is a narrow valley with steep snow on both sides, surrounded by three towering peaks, and the gray and black peaks and white snow against the blue sky. He recognized these mountains, he had been here before. Their team finally set foot on the mountains, the ancient tombs of the ancient horse kings.

"We're here." He whispered hoarsely, but he was not happy at all. This is the first destination of their plan, but this is just the place where the plan begins, not even whether it will succeed. They may soon see the Duke of Blood Eagle and his army, but this is a place of death, and staying will sooner or later become dead.

"There is Dragon Hunting Mountain, and we can get there before midnight." Viscount Melson rode and pointed at a large mound in the distance. "If we are lucky, we will find the **** monster there."

At the top of the mound formed by the ancient tomb, Sir Raymond stared at the monster summoned from his tomb by his vengeful uncle for the first time. There was an evil atmosphere of violence surrounding this terrible monster, and a clearly malicious threat made the young knight disgusted with goose bumps, his heart trembling in fear. The horse he sat on screamed nervously, stomping its hooves back and forth, eager to let the rider on his back leave this horrible place.

Duke of Blood Eagle-This is the monster that Sir Raymond was looking for. He trekked for a long time and vowed to destroy the monster, the monster who would drown Aquitaine in the blood. This is the terrible force used by the Earl of Robert de Toulouse to retaliate against the Du Lancaster family. Ironically, the Earl of Robert de Toulouse made a ruthless accusation of the feuds of these two families, but forced the two families to form an alliance. Du Lancaster and De Toulouse united against a common enemy.

When Viscount Melson looked down from the hill, his eyes were wet, and he watched the monster's undead legion coming out of the woods. The elderly noble belonging to the Du Lancaster family clenched his fists tightly on the hilt, and his knuckles crackled due to excessive force. His legs became tense, ready to pierce the sides of his warhorse with spurs, and drove the frightened animal directly into the skeleton army.

Sir Raymond saw a strong desire for revenge on the face of Viscount Melson, just like he saw on the face of his uncle. This discovery brought new anxiety to the mind of the young knight, reawakening his concern that the Viscount Melson would abandon everything-his loyalty to the Duke of Gales, his personal honor, his plan to save Aquitaine Everything else, in order to alleviate his inner pain, he was willing to sacrifice all of these ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Viscount Melson slowly relaxed his body. He turned around and nodded meaningfully to Sir Raymond, expressing his understanding. The elderly knight did not ignore the stakes here. His revenge has to wait. He will keep his promise.

"Hold the King's banner high," Viscount Melson said to Sir Raymond. "Make sure that **** villain sees our flag."

Sir Raymond raised King Charles ’tattered flag high above his head and waved in the air, just like an Istanian bullfighter used his cloak to drive a bull.

The response of the Duke of Blood Eagle is as violent as any bull. The monster trembled with anger, pulled out his sword, waved in the air in front of him, and made a frightening scream in his mouth. In response to the howling of the Blood Duke, the undead army sprinted forward, and the undead knights leapt onto the boneless war horses and ran towards the ancient graveyard where the knights were.

"We should go," Sir Raymond suggested to Viscount Melson. The other knights with them had the same concerns, but their courage did not allow retreat until their commander gave orders.

Viscount Melson glared at Duke Bloodhawk, unable to remove his gaze from that hateful face. Only the horrified whine of the horse under him pulled him back to reality. The undead knights running at the front had reached the bottom of the mound, and their well-known warhorse began a difficult climb. Viscount Melson stared at them for a while, then waved his hand reluctantly in the air, beckoning the knights to retreat.

"Go to Camranfield!" Viscount Melson shouted, thrusting his horse at the warhorse. "May the lady bless! Let this **** guy be crazy enough to come after us!"